NEW ATHOUR'S NOTE: So I've gotten some review saying Arya is a total bitch, and I actually agree. Which is why I've re-written it, so the foundation is still there but Arya's behavior is different. I wasn't 100% percent happy with it when I wrote it anyway and was considering a re-write and have now gotten it confirmed that should, so I hope you're all happier with this one.

So this is a very short AU, I'm planning eight chapters at most. Arya is with going on a sort of bonding trip with her sister and parents and doesn't exactly think it can help with her insecurities when it comes to Sansa. But then she meets a certain blue eyed beauty at the pool bar ;) Enjoy!

Chapter 1

"Ladies and Gentlemen, please fasten your seatbelts. We are beginning out descend to King's Landing City airport" the cool voice of the captain sounded through the speakers.

Finally… Arya thought. Not that she minded the four hour flight. It was the old man with motion sickness behind her that she minded. Half an hour after the plane took off he began coughing, belching and groaning. And during the fourth hour it had really began to get on her last nerve.

Also, she was cramped next to her prefect sister who insisted on wearing that sickly sweet perfume which made Arya feel like she was being suffocated by cotton candy.

Sansa really was perfect in every way. She had and was everything Arya wasn't. Unlike Arya who had inherited the hard Stark look with a long face, lifeless brown hair and boring grey eyes, Sansa had their mother's gentle face, luscious auburn locks and sparkling blue Tully eyes. Sansa had a killer body that fitted on a catwalk whilst Arya had to stuff every angle if she wanted to look feminine.

Her darling sister also had perfect grades and she didn't even have to try! She flashed a dazzling smile at her teachers and bam, straight A's! At least Arya earned her grades.

Sansa was everything a perfect little lady should be, polite, beautiful, feminine and charming. And the worst thing was; nobody ever stopped throwing it in Arya's face!

'Why can't you be more like your sister?' 'Your sister never nags.' 'It wouldn't hurt to try and be polite every once in a while, Arya. Just look at Sansa.' 'Arya, did you hear? Sansa got an A in History!'

Not a day went by without Arya hearing at least one of those phrases mostly from her mom. And Arya suspected it wouldn't get any better on this three week vacation in King's Landing.

But she tried, she really did, yet no one seemed to notice her. She got good grades, did well in her fencing group, competed and had a lot of friends back home. Yet all her mother saw was Sansa. Only two people really appreciated her, and that was Jon and her dad.

The great and powerful Eddard Stark had finally taken some time off from running his company to spend three weeks of the summer in King's Landing. Though according to Arya, it hardly counted as vacation. He would still attend that meeting and that meeting with Robert Baratheon and attend this charity ball and that benefit because it was good publicity.

Sansa was thrilled at the idea of attending multiple black tie events in the capital because it would give her an excuse to spend time with the Baratheon golden boy (literally) and heir, Joffrey Baratheon. Arya would rather fling herself off of the highest tower in the Red Keep than spend time with that fucking prick.

She and Sansa were the only ones coming on this vacation south. Arya suspected her parents had a secret agenda and hoped that the two sisters could put away their differences and bond over this trip.

Robb had moved in with his fiancé Jeyne Westerling and had work. Jon had moved north of The Wall with his girlfriend Ygritte. Bran was spending some time with the Reeds at their summer house and Rickon was at summer camp. Arya could only imagine what the little rascal was putting the camp leaders through. She smirked as idea after idea crossed her mind.

Arya felt the familiar suction like pull in her stomach as the plane started to descend and started chewing on some gum to avoid conductive hearing loss.

Twenty minutes later, the captain signaled that it was allowed to leave the plane. Her parents sat calmly and waited for their luggage, discussing some work related issue whilst Sansa texted furiously with either Jeyne Poole (the one who used to call Arya 'Horseface' and not Robb's fiancé who was stiff but a good person) or Margaery (the better of Sansa's friends).

She was already drenching in sweat from the thick heat, and this was nothing compared to Dorne they said. But Arya was from the north were they had summer snows and the winter could make your bones freeze. She loved the cold, it was refreshing and cleared her mind and lungs whenever she needed it. This weather was dry and suffocating, they had been inside for half an hour and Arya already felt like she couldn't breathe. But still, a vacation is a vacation so no complaining.

Eventually they found all their bags and made their way into a taxi to take them to the hotel, which turned out to be huge. She knew it would be big, she had seen pictures when her dad booked the flight and rooms, but it was even bigger in real life.

It consisted of one huge main house made of creamy white bricks and two smaller houses, one on either side. Along with the long lines of sun chairs came three pools. One for kids with slides stairs to help the kids walk in and out, one for the professional swimmers who worked out and one for the basic tourists who only entered the pool to cool of once in a while. Behind the main house, Arya could see a garden with palm trees peeking out.

"It's beautiful" Sansa breathed, astonished.

"Mhm" Arya agreed, quite impressed herself.

She had hoped her parents would take the trip to Braavos, the city of parties, fun and individuality. But her mom, the prude that she was, was frightened by the liveliness there and her dad told her that he still needed to work and couldn't do that in Braavos. Stupid… But still, this hotel though…

After they checked in her father spoke up. "I suggest we all freshen up before we meet up here in the lobby for lunch" he said whilst handing out the keys and all inclusive cards to them. Arya thanked the gods that she and Sansa had separate rooms. She knew what sharing a room with Sansa would lead to, and Arya didn't want to argue with her sister more than usual.

The ride in the elevator beside the reception up to the fourth (and final) floor was filled with an awkward silence between them. When the bell rang, Sansa grabbed the handle of her suitcase and walked out without a word, Arya followed shortly after. She swiped the keycard and opened the door.

The room was small but luxurious. The walls were white like the rest of the building. One door led to the bathroom and the other to the bedroom. In the living room she had a couch and a coffee table, a TV and plants stationed around the room. A small area was designated for coffee making and other morning activities.

Arya opened the door to the bedroom and dropped the suitcase onto the bed. She pulled out a towel and her toiletries before walking inside the bathroom to have a shower.

Usually she showered with the water scalding. However considering the heat, the water was a lot cooler and for a moment the refreshing feeling of coolness was back. Arya made a mental note to end the days with a cold shower.

She was well aware of how her mother would want her to change into a summer dress and braid her hair all nicely. Not wanting to start another argument, she reluctantly put on the stupid blue summer dress but let her hair be.

Her mom and Sansa were both dressed in yellow sundresses and her dad in a button down shirt and jeans. In this fucking heat? How?

The next dispute since just before they boarded the plane took place at the table whilst they waited for their food. Her mom and Sansa wanted to start the sightseeing immediately and scolded Arya for just wanting to slack by the pool. Her argument was that they were going to be here for three weeks and there was no rush.

Soon enough, her dad interrupted them and said that why didn't they just do what they wanted? He was going to stay underneath a parasol to work on some numbers for tomorrow's meeting and Arya could keep him company whilst Catelyn and Sansa went shopping or whatever it was they wanted to do.

Had she mentioned how much she loved her dad? He understood her so well. He always had. They both knew she wasn't about to just sit underneath the parasol with him, she was going to walk around, swim and just be by the pool.

After lunch and she was left alone, Arya discarded the dress and opted for a green bikini top and white shorts. She had taken a stroll through the garden behind the houses and sat down for a while to talk to her dad.

Again though, the heat was starting to get to her and she desperately craved a drink. But the nearest faucet she could think of was back in her room and well, Arya was athletic but lazy when it came to the small things.

But then she noticed the bar beside one of the pools. Success! How had she not seen that before? Eh… Whatever! She slowly made her way to her feet and stretched to bring back some energy to her body.

Her mind had been wandering to everywhere and nowhere but Arya was forcefully yanked back to reality when she noticed the guy standing in the bar, pouring a drink for the awaiting customer. She could have sworn she lost her breath for a moment.

The hotness of this guy was unbelievable. It should be fucking illegal! His hair was jet black and messy, the kind of messy she just wanted to run her fingers through, his eyes a dark shade of blue you could melt into. He was wearing the standard working shirt but hadn't done the buttons (due to the warmth she guessed). Sadly he was wearing a white tank under. Pity… Judging by his arms, oh fuck his arms – those biceps could rip that shirt clean off, he would have some killer abs. She gladly would have eye fucked those up and down.

What the fuck? Was she turning into Sansa? If she was, maybe it was worth it just for this guy. God damn, he was hot!

She braced herself and her melting ovaries and walked up to him just as the other customer was leaving. She flashed him a smile she hoped was sexy and he smirked back.

"A bit young for alcohol, aren't you?" he asked with a frown embedded in that smirk.

Arya glanced down for a moment. He must have judged her by her barely existing curves. Oh… This wasn't the first time this situation had occurred.

She pointed to the sign nailed to the side of the bar. "This says that you have to be eighteen or above to buy alcohol. I'm eighteen." She pointed to herself. Bar Guy raised his eyebrow back at her. Arya pulled her Iphone case from her pocket and opened it to pull out her id to show him.

Bar Guy checked out her id and his smirk widened. "Stark, eh?" He eyed her again. "As in you must be the daughter of big shot Stark?"

She didn't like how this guy called her dad 'big shot'. Sure, technically he was a big shot but there were better terms to describe him. "Yes, but don't call him that."

He bowed slightly. "Forgive me. Now, what kind of alcohol would Milady like?"

"Don'tcall me Milady! I'm not a lady, just Arya."

"As Milady commands!" His bow deepened.

"If you didn't work here, I'd kick you in the balls!"

He smirked at her again. "Please don't. I like my balls and I intend to keep them working for a long time." She wasn't sure if she should be aroused or disgusted by that statement. But since his voice was so mother fucking deep, raspy and sexy and her ovaries were dripping, why not choose aroused? "Seriously though" Bar Guy said. "I have a job to do and money to earn, so what kind of alcohol will it be?"

"No alcohol" Arya stated. "Just water, please."

"Regular or sparkling, lime?" Bar Guy asked and filled a glass with ice.

"Sparkling. And lime." She handed him her all inclusive card and he swiped it.

"Here you go" he said and handed her both the drink and her card.

"Thanks." She was about to turn around and go when the impulsive part of her brain took over. "What's your name anyway?"

"Gendry." He held out a hand for her to shake. She took it and felt the warmth spread from his hand into her own body, almost like sparks. "Gendry Waters."

"Arya Stark." She shook his hand.

"I know." His voice was exaggeratingly posh. "Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Milady."

"I told you not to call me that!" Arya tried to be mad at him, but she just couldn't. How could anyone be mad at that smirk? She took her drink and walked off. But then turned around and flashed him a smile. "See you around, Gendry!"

He held up his hand in a wave and gave her what could only be described as a genuine smile.

NEW AUTHOR'S NOTE: I did my best to correct it, hope that suits your needs.

There you have it! Don't judge me too harshly! This fanfic came out of nowhere and despite me having a plan for it, I'm not sure where I'm going. Make sense? Anyway… I'll update soon…I hope…